Poem By rakesh jaddu
There I stand; staring at myself.
Could I have been anybody else?
Could I have changed what was meant for me?
Or did I have to surrender to destiny?
I try to look beyond what I see,
Could there have been a different me?
Could I have chosen a different way?
Did my life have to see this day?
Could I have done more than what I did?
Would I then be able to flay all those fears,
That I often hid?
But is this the real picture of me?
Am I really drenched in misery?
Am I not happier than what I look to be?
Am I not satisfied with what life offers me?
Then the reflection in the mirror speaks to me,
Tells me that God chose him for me,
He tells me that he never walked the wrong way,
He may only have walked slowly some days.
He tells me that there is still time,
To mould the path that we are on,
All the chances in life haven’t vanished and gone.
There is still lot more of life,
That we have to see,
There is still time to shape our destiny.